Bob slowly understood.
How does this "Worried" person know my name?
Bob walked along the white papery thin wall.
Suddenly the note jumped out from his pocket.
"Okay, if you want me to write back, then I will." Bob mumbled.
Bob searched his pockets for a pen, no luck.
Just when Bob was about to give up and keep walking a light blue pen fell from the sky, landing at his feet.
Bob splayed the note on onto the white hard floor and began to write.
Dear Worried,
Umm, well tell the girl how you feel.
Tell her you would like to take her out on a date, I think.
You know, I'm not really good at this kind of stuff...I don't even know how I got here.
Well, good luck.
Sincerely,
...Bob

K.M.

As soon as he finished writing his name...

They kept coming...